She's bi-polar and off her meds. Simple as that. She's in a manic state, and doesn't want to take lithium which would make her crash hard and fast. That's why a lot of bi-polar people in manic states don't take their meds. They should just leave her be. Isn't like she's going to kill herself while in a manic state. Too euphoric for that. She still needs to stabilize, because it simply isn't healthy to go unbalanced.

Why do we give sh*ts about twunts with no talent, no brains, few prospects, and the personality of a sociopathic oyster? I don't understand the fascination. Is it because they'll so obviously self-destruct at some point--and we just want to be sure we catch it live so we can laugh at them? Seems like a lot of work for miniscule payoff.

Could not give less of a crap about this 'tard, Tardashian or her crotchfruit, any Jersey Shore doofus, anyone who is only known because they are related to someone famous, anyone that acheived stardom because of "reality TV", etc.

How about we pay attention to those that better humanity instead of the ones that bring us down? Maybe we could glamorise success and empathy and magnanimity for a while? Would that be too much to ask?

A long time ago when I was single and in college, there was a girl in my dorm that used to do unexplainable shiat like Bynes. She'd sometimes be seen talking or laughing to herself. She'd join my friends and I on occasion when we hung out in the lounge on the weekends, and she'd blurt out nonsensical stuff. We were discussing an REO Speedwagon concert that a bunch of us had attended, and she wasn't joining in on our conversation, when all of a sudden she shouted, "COBRA!" and started laughing maniacally as she walked away. We were just stunned. She wasn't always nuts, but she drifted in and out of reality, it seemed.

One night, she was hanging out with a bunch of us, and she seemed pretty "normal" at that moment, and she started to get very cozy with me. I invited her up to my room, and we started to make out on my couch. She pulled down my pants and went down to give me head, but all of a sudden, an ugly thought hit me - what if she went crazy and bit my dick off? The whole John Bobbitt story was still recent news at the time, and although Lorena Bobbitt used a knife, not her teeth, the thought of a severed dick was something I couldn't shake. She started to suck it, but I couldn't get hard because all I could think was, "What if she went crazy and bit it off?" She tried for what seemed like 5 minutes, then finally I said, "Let's stop for a little while." We went back to making out, and I got hard, but when she went down again to try to suck it, I went limp. I couldn't shake the thought of her biting my dick off and that made an erection impossible. It also didn't help that I felt a little guilty that maybe I was taking advantage of someone who was unbalanced. I dunno - it was just not a very good experience. We ended up getting naked and I ate her out, but quite honestly, the whole escapade felt empty.

So the moral of this story is this: If you are ever offered a blowjob from a crazy chick, always keep this thought in mind - what if she goes bonkers and bites your dick off?

postscript: After that semester, she left school. I heard she flunked out, which wasn't surprising.